Em and the Possibilities There are no guarantees in life…only the possibilities

I ache in places I haven’t heard from in *years*. We went to the NC RenFaire yesterday to celebrate Alannah’s birthday, and I spent nearly the entire time looking like this. Carrying them around wasn’t all that bad since they’re actually pretty close in weight, however, walking around for two hours carrying 50 extra lbs tends to make your legs sing. Alannah, however, had an absolute blast going. We met the strongest fairy in the universe and she sang happy birfday and gave fairyhugs.

The Faire itself was fun, but small, and lacking overall atmosphere. It was really obvious that it was a temporary setup, and some of the employees weren’t really “into” it. My gyro (pronounced guy-row by the guy behind the counter) had *blech* ranch dressing on it instead of tzatziki and was all-around uninspired. And we won’t even TALK about the girls food. Mostly because they picked around and didn’t eat anything. When we go next year, we will be getting our hands stamped and going to Wendy’s for lunch. I’m all for trying new foods, but not when it’s A) gonna break my bank and B) inedible, thereby necessitating the trip to Wendys ANYWAY.

The people who WERE into it, however, were outSTANDING both in clothing and attitude. OOh! And my absolute FAVORITE moment of all Faires happened!!!!! Amanda (Alannah’s friend) looks around, tugs on my sleeve and whispers in my ear “Emily, that GUY’S wearing a SKIRT!!!!!!” with all the horror and indignation an 11-year-old can muster. I giggled, told her that’s a kilt (we left off the regimental discussion) and we moved on.

Instead, I’ll be doing Unconscious Mutterings. You know how it goes – say the first thing that comes to mind.
Ready?

1. Pitbull::Ogre

2. TD::Waterhouse
3. Carter::Clarence
4. Japan::earthquake
5. 50::50
6. Streak::lookitdat,lookitdat
7. Rifle::target
8. Trap::door
9. Easter::bunny
10. Mitt::catcher

What fun!

I dreamt last night that I watched my best friend’s* husband die. We were in the basement of a building (church??), and I was looking for a refrigerator to put some small things. I asked him where the fridge was, and he turned, pointed, then hit the floor. I’m still trying to remember the other details surrounding the dream.

*Although I consider this woman my best friend, due to family commitments and the fact that I’ve moved a number of times, we haven’t seen each other in more than 5 years. And the last time we saw each other on a regular basis was before she got married. Oh, and email communication is spotty at best.

I’ve had prophetic dreams before, but there’s no indication of time. Meaning, I have dreamt situations that didn’t happen for another two years or more. And I’m still trying to figure out the situation that got us together in the first place. I’m making the assumption that we were in a church basement, but I haven’t darkened the door of a church in more than 5 years.

CRAP! Part of me wants to tell her so she can be prepared. And part of me KNOWS that if I tell her, I run a pretty good chance of never talking to her again.